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	'''Egg Inspiration:''' Gold earrings from 8th century BC Athens. ([http://www.britishmuseum.org/images/ps036192_l.jpg image].)		'''Egg Inspiration:''' Gold earrings from 8th century BC Athens. ([http://www.britishmuseum.org/images/ps036192_l.jpg image].)
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 '''Egg Inspiration:''' Gold earrings from 8th century BC Athens. ([http://www.britishmuseum.org/images/ps036192_l.jpg image].)
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 Your Tacuseth was based on the stereotype of the Gladiator, Jolie – just as you requested. Gladiators were armed combatants who formed one of the chief forms of entertainment in Ancient Rome, fighting against both each other and wild beasts. Some were slaves, and others volunteers who sought the glory and prestige a person could gain through victory in the arena; Tacuseth takes aspects of his personality from both, though it’s the latter that really makes him a ‘freak’ to suit our theme, since the mortality rate (and threat to social position) was high. His name (pronounced TAH-kuh-seth) comes from Spartacus, perhaps the most famous Gladiator, who led a slave revolt against the Romans that resulted in his death in 71 BC.
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 He’s rather a man’s man, Jolie, with you as the primary exception. Greens are wonderful, of course, but not… not as /friends/. He’ll have a lot of friends, though they tend to be made up of blues and browns primarily; he doesn’t, in the end, really trust leadership very much. Golds can force you to do things, and bronzes seem to think they own you, and Wingleaders? Bah! Hierarchy plays heavily in Tacuseth’s view of life, with himself fairly firmly on the lower rungs, though it’s exactly where he wants to be. He’s rough and unpolished; what would he want with their world?
-When he’s small, it will bother Tacuseth that he lacks the bulk and size of many of his larger clutchmates. He’s already naturally inclined towards gluttony to some extent, but should he ever get it in his head that eating more will bulk him up, be prepared for some unpleasant purges to come. His strengths will become more obvious as the clutch begins to take to the air, however: he’s a natural in flight, his speed and agility giving him distinct advantages over his larger brethren. Practical, physical pursuits interest him far more than the academic, most of which he finds irrelevant: << Could be /flying/, Jolie, >> he’ll tell you, impatiently pacing back and forth across the barracks floor. Do you have a strong stomach? You may need to develop one, for Tacuseth takes great pleasure in his kills, hunting them down with savage ferocity and gleeful enjoyment. Death! Victory! (And the crowd roars!)
+When he’s small, it will bother Tacuseth that he lacks the bulk and size of many of his larger clutchmates. He’s already naturally inclined towards gluttony to some extent, but should he ever get it in his head that eating more will bulk him up, be prepared for some unpleasant purges to come. His strengths will become more obvious as the clutch begins to take to the air, however: he’s a natural in flight, his speed and agility giving him distinct advantages over his larger brethren. Practical, physical pursuits interest him far more than the academic, most of which he finds irrelevant: << Could be /flying/, Jo, >> he’ll tell you, impatiently pacing back and forth across the barracks floor. Do you have a strong stomach? You may need to develop one, for Tacuseth takes great pleasure in his kills, hunting them down with savage ferocity and gleeful enjoyment. Death! Victory! (And the crowd roars!)
 Weyrling drills are an opportunity to build strength and endurance, to hone those skills he takes such pride in. That doesn’t mean he won’t get distracted at times, of course, particularly with so many friends to roughhouse with, but when the Weyrlingmaster is watching? He puts on a show. He /does/ enjoy playing to the audience. He may well boast of his more impressive feats for days to come, retelling (with embellishments) his account of what went down over and over again to anyone who will listen – and some who won’t.
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 When he loses a flight, he’s more likely to want to celebrate with the victor (or, more likely, in his ‘honor’), than to lash out with him. Someone won, after all, and while it would be /better/ if it were him, well, he’s philosophical about it: you win some, you lose some.
-He loves his friends, he enjoys his greens, but you’re his first and his best, Jolie, the one person he’ll always come back to. You’ll fight, but it will never last: one minute you might be arguing, the next, telling tale tales, wrecking havoc, indulging in some downtime. Your battles are his battles, and he will rush to your side to help you out; no doubt, he’ll expect you to do the same for him. A team, right? Forever.
+He loves his friends, he enjoys his greens, but you’re his first and his best, Jo, the one person he’ll always come back to. You’ll fight, but it will never last: one minute you might be arguing, the next, telling tale tales, wrecking havoc, indulging in some downtime. Your battles are his battles, and he will rush to your side to help you out; no doubt, he’ll expect you to do the same for him. A team, right? Forever.
 ==Public Impression Message==
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 ==Private Impression Message==
-The moment those shadowed eyes meet yours, the distant murmur of those in the galleries seems to become an almighty roar, complete with stamping of feet and the ongoing repetition of your name: Jo-lie, Jo-lie, Jo-lie. It seems to match the beat of your heart, at first, but then it’s faster and faster, your heart racing to catch up.<< Jolie! >> /His/ voice is more of a hoarse whisper, a gritty rub of stone against stone, separate, but somehow connected to the deafening crowd; in that instant, you’re his, irrevocably. They’re shouting his name, too, now, yours and his together, now, linked for eternity: Jolie, Tacuseth, Jolie, Tacuseth. << Tacuseth. >> He repeats it, smugly, as he nudges at your middle. << We'll be a team. On the same side, right? You and me. >>
+The moment those shadowed eyes meet yours, the distant murmur of those in the galleries seems to become an almighty roar, complete with stamping of feet and the ongoing repetition of your name: Jo-lie, Jo-lie, Jo-lie. It seems to match the beat of your heart, at first, but then it’s faster and faster, your heart racing to catch up.<< Jo! >> /His/ voice is more of a hoarse whisper, a gritty rub of stone against stone, separate, but somehow connected to the deafening crowd; in that instant, you’re his, irrevocably. They’re shouting his name, too, now, yours and his together, now, linked for eternity: Jo, Tacuseth, Jo, Tacuseth. << Tacuseth. >> He repeats it, smugly, as he nudges at your middle. << We'll be a team. On the same side, right? You and me. >>
 ==Mindvoice==